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Author(s): Willa Okati

Odd couple Guy and Cameron find themselves on the way to the altar without much warning, and with a whole lot of unrealistic expectations. The marriage is pretty much a whim for Guy, and Cameron isn't so sure he wants to go through with the whole business.

When everything falls apart, from family plans to the catering to the honeymoon, Cameron thinks about bolting, and Guy has to face the fact that he might be driving Cameron away. Can Guy convince Cameron that it's their love that's important, and not the idea of a wedding? Look for friends from Willa's popular "Game" novels in this heart-warming story.

Excerpt

It's mid-morning on that already wonky Tuesday when Guy's life changes forever. He's taking his morning coffee break, escaped for fifteen minutes from the hectic insanity of the radio station's main administrative center where Guy serves his time and earns his pay DJ-herding and tech-crew organizing. He's standing back in the small kitchen just out of sight of the main lounge area, shaking powdered creamer into his mug. He's mostly hidden from a clear line of sight when two of the junior trainees sweep in on a cloud of coconut-scented perfume and a tide of girlie giggling.

Guy backsteps automatically, tactically retreating to the alcove formed between the frighteningly large coffee machine and the wall. He doesn't do well with excited women; he never knows what to say and what not to say.

They don't notice him anyway.

"Have you heard the latest about the new weekend DJ, Clay?" the taller of the two -- Carrie -- asks, scandalized excitement turning her soprano into a near squeak.

Guy promptly tries to ignore them in favor of stirring his coffee. He's barely even met the guy, has little to nothing to do with the weekend crew, and it wouldn't be his business anyway.

Besides, he's got more interesting things to occupy his thoughts. Guy's mind drifts to thoughts of Cameron, of the sleepily satisfied smile on his angular face and a smear of Guy's come on his lower lip that begged to be licked off. And who was Guy to deny such a basic request?

"No," the second woman gasps. "You're kidding me."

"I'm as serious as the day is long."

She could have fooled Guy. The instigator -- what is her name, Cara? Carrie? -- something like that -- wears the kind of vicious smile of the cat who's just finished a bowl of cream and is eyeing a canary for dessert.

"God, have you seen his boyfriend, though? He came to the Christmas party last year and I thought I would just die, he's so hot." Carrie hugs her chest, boobs spilling over her forearms. "I'd like to be the one who changes his mind. How'd a tight-ass like Guy get a sexy beach boy like him? What's his name?"

"Carver or Charley or something; I know it starts with a 'C'. And girl, you'll have to stand in line to convert that one. Now him, it's a real shame he's not straight. Can you imagine the things a body that fine could do in bed?"

"In living color." Carrie sighs. "I wonder if he and Guy will stay together."

"Probably not. You know how those types jump from one man to another."

"And you want to be there to catch what's-his-name -- Cameron, that's it -- when he freefalls?"

"You know it."

Guy's anger has had time to coalesce into a fine, irrational fury by the time the door to the staff lounge swings open again. He glances up, determined not to go unnoticed this time, and finds himself staring at none other than Cameron himself, leaning inside the door.

"Hi yourself." Guy tosses his empty Styrofoam cup in the trash. An idea's coming to him.

Using his grasp on Cameron's hand for balance, Guy sinks to one knee. By happy coincidence, this puts him at eye level with Cameron's groin, one of his favorite places. He hopes like hell someone comes in and catches them like this.

"Um." Cameron stares at him. "What are you doing down there?" He brightens, making an assumption. "Seriously? You're gonna blow me where anyone could see?"

"Exhibitionist." Guy likes that about Cameron, among his many, many other fine qualities. "Maybe in a minute."

"Okay." Cameron's mood shifts back to concerned. "What are you --"

"Will you marry me?"

Silence.

When the pause goes on for a few beats, Guy looks up, frowning. "Cameron? Did you hear me? Answer already. This floor's cold and my knee is killing me."